Then...

After I wrote this post on Tuesday, Mr. O-man and I had another long night: more coughing, more crying, more restless sleep.

Then...

Wednesday was a day spent on the couch with tissues, juice and me doing the best to console a very cranky, sick little boy. Thank goodness, Mook got home at 7 that night (he brought me flowers and made me dinner--brownie points) and he took the Wednesday night shift of getting up with O-man.

Then...
 
Thursday morning, with no improvement and what I felt was a worsening cough, I asked Mook to call the pediatrician to get an appointment--no more messing around. My momma-bear instinct just told me something wasn't right. I left for work hoping I'd come home to a solution for the "sick-ick"

Then...

About 3pm, I saw a blocked call come up on my phone. I never answer blocked calls. Except I did this time. It was the pediatrician...she spoke slow and calm, and I knew that wasn't a good sign. "JJ, I'm so sorry to have to tell you this, but your son and husband are in an ambulance on the way to the hospital."

Then...

I thought I might collapse. All I really remember in that moment is this loud buzzing noise in my head and my heart feeling like it might burst. I frantically tried to figure out how I was going to get to the hospital--I wasnt sure how to get there from where my office is, so my boss graciously got in his car and had me follow him there. On the way, I clumsily dialed numbers...choking into the phone that I was on the way to the ER.

Then...

Running into the waiting room...waiting for someone to tell me where to go....seeing Mook holding him as the nurses were frantically getting him hooked up to oxygen, getting his temperature as they asked us a million questions.  Waiting for answers...watching Oman slip in and out of a conscious state.  Not being able to do a thing for him but hold his hand and wait....

Then...

Being told he had RSV and a bacteria infection that was affecting his red blood cells. We wouldn't see a lot of improvement right away...he was very sick...he was severely dehydrated and would need an IV...watching four adults wrestle this little toddler who was fighting us with all the strength he had left as the monitors and tubes were being attached.

Then...

There is so much in between that Im still processing...some really dark, scary moments. But even in those really dark moments, our friends and family were so amazing that I am just speechless.

Then...

We were sent home...lots of care instructions and with knowledge we had a battle still ahead of us.

Then...

I was back at the ER...but not with O-man...with Mook. The night we got home from the hospital, he started feeling really crummy...by the next day he had a high fever, sore throat...and coughing up blood. Thank the heavens my parents were here to stay with O-man...


Flu.

Yes, he had the flu shot. No, he will never get the flu shot again (this all coming from him...as this is the 2nd time he's ever gotten a flu shot, and proceeded to get the flu)

Then...

Just to throw a little more excitement into the mix...this morning, my dad and I had to rewire a faulty switch that could have caused just a *tiny problem. (*huge understatement)

Now...


I'm tired. That may be the understatement of the year. I'm also incredibly thankful...things could always be worse. But I'm so, so, so hoping they only get better from here....please allow me share this little bit of wisdom: take nothing for granted. Hug your babies, your dogs, your cats, your wife, your husband, your bunny rabbit. I have never felt anything like that fear. I don't ever want to again.